Are they finally getting along?
Armour: Wood
Weap: Copper Bow (Arrows), Arkhalis
Acc (11): Band of Regeneration, Radar, Hermes Boots
Health: 395/400
Urgh… what… what happened...
The first thing he noticed upon regaining consciousness was the dull ache in his ribs and the ugly rasp of his own breath. His throat burned with every croaking gasp he drew, and when he instinctively tried to raise a hand to massage his ravaged windpipe, the pain shooting up his arm made him stop short.
Ow… (hhhaaaak… hhaaak…)
Head swimming, the Guide gritted his teeth and cracked open an eye to assess his surroundings - but he could see nothing and opted to consult his sense of touch. He was … seated in a hard chair, but had slumped forward sometime during his unconsciousness to splay onto a hardwood tabletop. One of his arms was hanging limply, painfully at his side. The other worked, and The Guide gingerly used it as leverage to peel his cheek from the wooden table. With a wince and a groan, he took a moment to forcibly calm himself before he looked about once more.
Okay…looks like you're injured, but don't panic… just find out where you are...
The first thing The Guide noticed was the cold. It was dreadfully cold, and he trembled in the darkness. He could hear the faint noise of water dripping in the distance. Was there water nearby? Even if there was, it'd be too dangerous for him to wander around - blindly looking for it. Despite the sound of moisture, the air was arid, dry and dusty. He reached his good arm and groped around, eventually finding what was most probably a wall. It's texture was that of loose dirt and rough stone. He heard his pulse begin to quicken and once again forcibly swallowed his rising panic.
Okay… we're not home, and you have a fractured rib… but it's still okay… just think…...
He… he must be underground. From what The Guide could tell, the constitution of the walls was exactly the same as the caverns he and The Terrarian had been traversing not long ago. He could feel long rope-like roots weaving in and out of the dirt wall. The rough texture of lichen smattered the stone floor beneath his bare feet. Against the wall, several small mushrooms grew stubbornly from the bits of dirt embedded in the jagged rock. The Guide winced as he reached down to pluck them. To his dismay, their shape indicated they were the inedible type. Venomous. In addition to the rest of his aches and pains, he had both hunger pangs and an increasingly desperate thirstiness to deal with. Hadn't he eaten just this morning?
So...I'm underground, for how long?… Also blind, hungry, thirsty and injured… right… um…
It was probably the right time to panic, but still - The Guide was keen on fully investigating his circumstances before letting his emotions overrun him for the umpteenth time today. After all, it was much easier to hold control over himself when that idiot Terrarian wasn't blowing everything to bits around him. Where was The Terrarian anyways? He had probably been here. These chairs, that table… they felt eerily similar to the ones in the shed. Of course, The Guide couldn't be sure. He was just trying to keep his spirits up… because the alternative was… well, best not to think about it...
Crap, crap! Phew… no, no… you can get out of here… just climb up, and eventually you'll reach the surface… come on… get moving...
The Guide winced and gripped the table's edge as he stood shakily to his feet. His knees were scuffed and tender. In fact, everything was scuffed and tender. His left arm was hurting something awful. His ribs smarted whenever he took too deep a breath. He felt like he'd been squashed, and there was… sand in his pants. What a strange combination of circumstances. He must have… oh…
Sand trap... but I swear I didn't trigger any pressure plates... humph...
Now he remembered. One moment he was wandering after The Terrarian in the darkness of the caverns, carefully following the sound of his footsteps. The next, he was crushed flat by a tremendous force - the air squeezed from his lungs and his consciousness stolen from him in an instant. It happened so incredibly fast, he didn't even have a chance to be shocked before he was knocked out cold. But he was alive… which meant The Terrarian must have dragged him out from beneath the sand before he suffocated. Right?
He… he -must- have rescued me. And… just sat me in a chair and left? I'd admit, it'd be strange even for him… but… well, whatever… focus on getting to the surface...
Shaking the thoughts from his head, The Guide reached out to run his hands against the rough surface of the walls. The enclave ceiling was quite low - which did well to shield him from any potential predators - and The Guide felt his way along it as he searched for a break he could climb out of. His heart trembled when he realized the ceiling wasn't only solid - but smooth - as if it had been carved out. Bile rose in his throat as he staggered toward another wall in the narrow space and found it similarly solid.
Oh… oh no...
He checked two more walls, then frantically fell to his knees and felt along the floor. As his trembling fingers explored the surfaces once more, his panic surged forth. There were no breaks in this underground cell. He couldn't even scoop out the dirt with his hands! It remained stubbornly attached to the wall no matter how much force The Guide applied to it. The Terrarian must have placed this, and - according to legend - whatever A Terrarian placed, none but A Terrarian could remove. This prison… it had no weaknesses. There was no escape.
It can't be… no… Why… why would he do this?!
He felt tears stain his cheeks as the realisation broke on him. Had the Terrarian abandoned him? Perhaps that monster found him too annoying, and decided to be rid of him in this gristly manner? How long would he last without food and water? How long could he hide before a worm sniffed him out and came bursting through the floor to eat him alive? He couldn't even run. There was nowhere to flee to. All he had for comfort were a chair, a table and this dark cell… his tomb.
No, no no no no no!
His throat throbbed as he screamed into the darkness. His heartbeat pounded loud and ominously in his ears. Useless adrenaline coursed through him as he beat his fists bloody against the unbreakable stone walls.
And when he eventually tired, his cries of rage devolved into heaving, broken sobs.
*thunk*
"And if I ever get out of here, I'll head straight to the village and bury all of you… but I doubt it'll happen. At least all of you died quickly. You won't die of thirst like I'm going to. It's been an entire day already, and nobody's coming for me."
*thunk*
"You know, I know why you all died. Some vulture headed bastard… he conducted a summoning that cost all of your lives. I have no idea what they were trying to summon, but The Terrarian came out afterwards. This guy… he's a monster. Once he learned archery from me, he decided he didn't need me anymore and sealed me here to die.
*thunk… thunk*
"Mom, Dad… sis… I can't believe I'll go to the ground before you do. At least your deaths meant something. I'm just going to die because a monster got bored of m-...!"
A noise. The Guide stopped mid-confession and scrambled upright, ignoring the pain screaming from his joints. What was that? Was he hallucinating, or had a worm finally found him. At this point, he hardly cared. Fatalistic rage ignited, he curled his lip into a snarl and seized the chair, lifting it up like a club. Whatever was going to kill him would at least get smashed a few times. It'd be his parting gift. All his life he had lived gently, but his dying moments were going to be violent. His final mark on this world was going to be a scar on a creature's back.
*thunk… thunk*
The dirt shifted. The Guide opened his eyes and glared as hard as he could. The noise was coming from directly in front of him. It didn't sound like a burrowing worm… perhaps it was some larger predator clawing its way through the dirt to find it's next meal. A pitbull perhaps, or even a member of the undead. No matter what it was, The Guide was going to attack it with every ounce of hateful frenzy he could muster. He steeled himself. He set his eyes like flint. He hardened his resolve. He was ready to die.
Come!
*thunk… thunk*
The wall came down.
Torchlight flooded in.
It was the first light The Guide had seen in a day and a half. It blinded him, but even blindness couldn't stop hiim. Hollering like a banshee, hurled his chair at whatever creature dared threaten him (it hit its target with a satisfying thunk) then burst out of his tomb, swinging with a vengeance. His target not only caught a chair in the face, but also several solid punches to the temple. It was several long minutes before The Guide realized who he had engaged in a violent fistfight, and by that time - The Terrarian was just as angry as he was.
Yeah these guys are getting along swimmingly.
haha, don't worry they become pals later on.
Can you guess what just happened?